The Night - Original Writing

She implores readers to avoid relationships that could only appear in a fairytale, which cast red flags that too often get ignored. She juxtaposes the stories of her first and failed marriage with the beginnings of her new and more successful marriage. Her specific examples depict the images of warning signs for failing marriages, but also the inevitable issues even successful marriages run into. With this final point, Patz stresses that no marriage will ever be perfect, but in the complex and ever-changing nature of modern marriage, each individual must be introspective and understand what makes a marriage truly

“You kiddos are funny. Marriage is a big step, and you have to actually love the person you are with.” Louis’s mom chuckled at how simple our minds were.

“You know,” he whispered against your ear as you tried to pull away. “If you didn’t actually want to do this, you probably shouldn’t have tried to seduce me.”

Jeanne woke to the smell of beans scorching. Carefully, she worked her way from bed and hobbled into the other room. Using a wooden spoon, she stirred the beans, making sure not to scrape the bottom. The room was chilly, and she added another log to the fire. Not taking the time to find a bowl, she ate from the pot, looking around guiltily. If Henri were here, he would have teased her for standing in her bare feet and dirty gown, eating from the kettle. But she was alone.

But, I need not, for as I was about to hasten up the stairs, my beautiful Jane stepped out of her room and descended the stairs. “Linger,” said I, “My brain is on fire with impatience, and you tarry so long!” Taking her into the dining room I surveyed her and pronounced her fair as a lily, and not only the pride of my life, but the desire of my eyes. Informing Jane thet I would give her just ten minutes to eat, I rang the bell and a footman appered.

I walked up to the house and slowly made my way to the blankets. I sat down slowly while grabbing my stomach and closing my eyes. I had lost my bag and was hungry.n

Victoria and I didn’t get anything to eat because we had to figure out where Melissa was and if she was okay.  We left the restaurant and went straight to Victoria's house.  In a few, short minutes we arrived at her house.  We ran

Once he was settled in his hotel room, his stomach growled as loud as a bear’s. Justin wished for a feast. Immediately thereafter, a feast appeared on a table in the corner of his room. Somehow, in only 20 short minutes, he devoured every morsel of the feast. He thanked the woman.

Without thought or reason, he slipped the hand that was on his lap and closest to his neighbor, off of his leg and onto the warm smooth skin of the woman’s beside him. He did so in such a way that the others at the table would have no means of detecting it and then he gave it a gentle squeeze. From the corner of his eye Frank could see the curve of her lips turn slightly upward into a stealthy guileful smile. Frank’s heart raced.

As soon as he stepped in, a comforting embrace encircled him. “Did you bring it? God, I’m starving!” the loud whisper echoed against his ear. He winced at the break in the silence and handed over the hastily constructed sandwich, hoping that it would stop the sudden intrusion of noise. She sat on the floor, bent over the pieces of bread. Her usually bright eyes lay hidden behind a curtain of blonde hair. She looks like Mom, he thought.

Bright red, white, and blue lights are all my heavy, blurry eyes could see through wide front widows of my house. The horrendous wailing of the sirens was the only thing that was keeping me from being swept out of reality. As I was trying to organize my tangled thoughts, I flashed back to last night. Last night I stood in a small family house located in a tight-knit neighborhood, and I was wiping my blood soaked hands on my black pants. Each image from the night before left a permanent imprint on my mind. I remember sprinting to the back of the two-bedroom house where my victim, who was a close friend, was sprawled on the slick red floor. Commanding shouts coming from outside of my house were beginning to penetrate my ears, pulling me back

I got in and slipped beneath the hot water. It was very relaxing. A servant began massaging my body with a soapy sponge. Angelique gave me another glass of wine, which I drunk a little too fast; then she poured me some more.

Lea rushed into the hallway then stopped suddenly. Though she didn 't remember last night well, since she fell asleep about halfway on the boat ride, she did remember being partly awake when she was lifted from the car. *One of my brother 's probably carried me into the house last night, she thought to herself. That explained her confusion. She hadn 't actually seen any part of the house, besides her room obviously. She didn 't know who 's room was where or where anything else was for that matter. Normally, she would have yelled and at least one of her siblings would have answered or come to find her but she didn 't want to ruin whatever Em had in store for Bryant. She decided to turn right, since it was a fifty fifty chance either way. After passing two doors she came into what had to be, their new living room.

Everything was grey wonderful grey. Grey cloudy skies. Life felt still, empty, and quiet outside. So quiet. Then something clicked in my mind and noise filled my head getting rid of the empty feeling and filling it up with life. 
White windowless houses all side by side for miles. If not for the door a house would be blank. Some house didn 't even have doors. They were the new models of houses. I walked on the street because there are no roads to walk on. 
The sight of ever lasting green trees came into my view. And I knew I had reached the park. The park full of plants that never died. And there he was. It was the first time I saw him like this. 
The first time I could see him in real life. I could just barely see his dark almost black eyes under his dark brown bangs. His skin was pale white just like mine. I noticed how his face changed from a distant gaze into a bright lit up smile when he saw me. 
"You came!" I felt shocked to hear his voice. 
It sounded familar like as if I had forgotten it. I had forgotten what a voice could sound like. I opened my mouth to try and speak but nothing came out. He looked at me puzzled by how mute I was. 
"Come on it 's not that hard. Don 't tell me you 've forgotten how to talk as well." His voice full of disappointment made me want to speak to him and tell him I could talk. 
"I..." 
His face perked up. "Go on." He encouraged me. 
"I... I can talk." I was surprised by my own voice. It had been a long time since I needed to speak. 
"I

The night was alight in fire and smoke. Screams filled the air with the crashing of giant wings. Their world was ending, but they had a chance to save the next one from the same fate.